June 19, 2016

We Encounter Each Other So Rarely

By Rosebud Ben-Oni

My ankles brush the sage and scrub, and I can no longer recall my mother’s hands, and soon my name too, is lost among the humming- birds, among the blur […]

October 30, 2015

“Let there be”: Abdul Ali’s “Holy”

By Dora Malech

Abdul Ali’s poem “Holy” from his 2015 debut collection Trouble Sleeping has me thinking about poems and prayers, poems as prayers. “Always, they begin / as units of prayer,” Ali’s poem starts. “They,” in […]